If Looks Could Kill

We’ve all heard the saying, ‘if looks could kill’ to describe how somebody is looking at another.  My face has been described as a pallet of emotions.  Sometimes, I’m good at hiding my feelings and not letting somebody know how much I despise them.  Other times, I’m sure they take a step back as I slowly start to melt their skin like acid with just my glare.  I have certain expressions for certain people and sometimes, that’s the only one they see (probably because they’re always *ssholes).  These are my expressions and they apply to these people.

Mildly bored: my eyebrows quirk ever so slightly and my mouth struggles to not open in a yawn.  A tend to lean back in a sort of stretch in my seat, or on my heels, and I heave a tired sigh.  This applies to people who take a long, Long, LONG time to ask for something.  That and people who don’t speak very good English, and they don’t bother to try to enunciate.  Perfect example would be an Asian patient (who is already demanding and imagines things) a few nights ago at my office.  She called and I had a difficult time hearing her and she talked fast, even though I told her to repeat and slow down.

Slightly amused: my lips twitch as I attempt not to openly smirk.  My eyes crinkle a little and the muscles in my cheeks also quiver.  I tend to lean forward, a show of interest.  This expression happens when I see something that tickles my funny bone; usually with children who do something silly, or adults who do something stupid.  I usually make this face when people sit themselves at the restaurant, ignoring my sign (which, in turn, makes me ignore them).

Irritated: my brows furrow and my mouth twists up.  My eyes narrow and my facial muscles pinch.  I kind of look like a sexy lemon.  My shoulders will tense up, and I’m like a bow string pulled taught.  I tend to get this way with people who are brick walls and don’t want to comprehend the words that I am saying.  Patients who want what they want when they want it, usually illicit this response from me.  Them, and the customers at my restaurant who challenge me whenever I lay down the law.  Like the Incredible Bulk this past weekend.  He was definitely getting the irritated look.

Sadly sad: my eyes droop and the corners of my lips take a downward turn.  Almost all the muscles of my face seem to be pulled down by gravity.  My shoulders sag and my pupils become red/wet.  I never cry in public, but sometimes, when things are really sh*tty, I look like I’m about to.  I’m sure I looked like that when a patient yelled at me in front of my manager and said I was terrible at my job, even though this was the first time we had interacted with each other.  Real tears came after I was in the office and could call her a fat cow.

Flirty: I haven’t been flirty in a while, but whenever I am, my one eyebrow goes up, and my mouth forms a smirk.  My head tilts casually to one side, exposing my neck a little bit; the universal sign of interest.  As I said, I’m not normally flirty.  The only times I am is if an attractive or chivalrous man pays me a compliment and talks to me.  I did that when a middle-aged, but handsome man asked me if the little flowers he had brought for a first date were appropriate.  I said it was very gentlemanly of him, and that I liked it, complete with flirty expression and head tilt.

Everyone has those faces they make for certain people, particular situations, or just expressing what they feel inside.  Sometimes, people are good at wearing masks and keeping themselves hidden from the rest of the world; and others are an open book.  Which one are you?

And on that note, it’s been real!

Socialism: Socially Broken

Yesterday, I watched a video on Youtube of a reporter asking college students if they would accept socialism in America, and if they thought it would be good.  Like the dumb snowflakes they were, they answered, “Yes, socialism gives everything to the populace and closes the gaps between the rich and the poor.”  Okay…  Have you never studied History?  Oh, that’s right!  The public school system hides the truth about History.  Let me give you a break down.

Socialism was invented by a man named Karl Marx in 1848, but the seeds for socialism were planted during the French Revolution.  The French populace demanded the monarchy be torn down and equality instated.  But what is equality?  The French people believed what Robespierre and the Committee of Public Safety told them, but they were still subjugated to the horror of the Reign of Terror just like the aristocrats.  There was no equality.  There was only the illusion of equality.  The only thing that was equal, was that they were all equally dead.

Anyway, socialism was officially created by Marx on 1848, and the definition of socialism is as follows: ‘a political and economic theory of social organization that advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole.’  Now, the idea of socialism is an impossibility.  Why?  Because not everyone works the same, and if the lazy clunk over there gets the same as the hard working Joe on this side, then how is that fair to Joe?  As I have said, in my office, I work harder than the other girl at the front when I was there all the time.  In a ‘fair’ society, she should not have been making the same or receiving the same benefits if she wasn’t putting in the proper effort for it.  Effort+time+labor=rewards.  Effort: the amount of physicality you put into doing something.  Time: the amount of minutes or hours involved in completing something.  Labor: the amount of pencil pushing, data shifting, or heavy lifting you did to finish something.  Rewards: the golden carrot at the end of the stick.

Another fact, did you know that the Russians, more specifically, the Bolsheviks, took socialism and turned it into communism?  They took the outline of socialism left by Marx and others, tweaked it, changed the name, and created communism.  Now, the definition of communism is this: ‘a political theory derived from Karl Marx, advocating class war and leading to a society in which all property is publicly owned and each person works and is paid according to their abilities and needs.’  Alright, again, the common people did not benefit from this system.  The ones in power held the reigns (and the money and the weapons).  See?  These systems pretend to promote equality of wealth and production and rights, but they are really lying to the people.  And that is what is happening to these college students.  They are being led down the primrose path, and being promised a world where everybody eats rainbows and poops butterflies.  It’s just not possible!  Don’t you think, if everyone was meant to live equally in this world, a higher power would give handouts like the government?  No.

Certain jobs get paid certain wages; and certain hit it big because they were smart (or cheated, that happens too), and some people don’t because they aren’t that smart, or don’t want to take the risk.  These factors come into play, but nobody is ever willing to accept their lot in life.  They look at another, more successful person and instead of thinking, ‘I should strive to work harder so I can be like him’, they think, ‘He should be made to give me his money so he can more like me.’  Handouts, welfare, and social security are not helping this country or society as a whole.  Instead, they are making it harder for young people to get started in life, with their careers, and it is deluding the youngest generation into believing that these are the norms, and therefore, acceptable.  Do yourself a favor: don’t believe in socialism.  Remember what happened to France?  Chaos.  Remember what happened to Communist Russia?  Chaos.  Is that word in your future?

And on that note, it’s been real!

Advice from the Fashion (Wo)Man

One thing I like to think people can trust me with when they come to me is fashion advice.  Usually, my sisters, and a few of my friends.  They’ll ask me for my opinion about costumes for conventions, and my younger sister will usually ask me about what to wear to school dances and so on.  Makeup too.

Depending upon one’s age, dress accordingly.  Don’t be thirteen going on thirty, or sixty pretending to be twenty (I’ve seen that, and it’s given me nightmares).  My younger sister only just turned eighteen this year, so, she can stick to the skinny jeans and the cute tops.  Her face and skin tone don’t really seem to support dark eye shadow, so I recommend that she sticks with the light browns, beiges, and pinks.

At twenty-two, I have been transitioning into shorter skirts with heels, and tight, low-cut tops.  Only for outings at bars.  😉  Still haven’t had a lot of those that didn’t take place after I was getting off work.  It’s harder to carry all that fancy stuff in a small bag than it is to simply put it on and go.  And actually, it’s kind of funny that my mom will go shopping, find something that is really cute (on clearance or sale), and if it doesn’t fit her, she’ll give it to me.  Quite frequently, I find myself getting clothes that way.  Other times, it doesn’t work out and she has to return them.  I’ve gotten some pretty little tops from my mom’s penchant for clearance racks.

Now that autumn is here, I’ll start wearing my boots.  Tall boots when I’m feeling punky; and short, heeled ankle boots for a classier approach.  Shorter dresses are also catching my eye.  Hey!  If a girl is maybe going to a wedding in the next couple of months, one can never shop too early.

And on that note, it’s been real!